Love to Love You Baby
by alh1971
Summary: No angst, no drama, just a thinly veiled excuse to write lemony 1970's disco era Eric/Sookie fluff. AU. One-shot written for IWTS 2013


**I Write the Songs Contest Entry**

**Title:** Love to Love You Baby

**Characters:** Eric/Sookie

**Disclaimer:** The SVM characters, Donna Summer song, and the quoted interview in the author's note from _Rock's Backpages_ belong to their respective owners; no copyright infringement is intended.

**Rating:** M for a wedge of lemon and language

**Pen Name:** alh1971

**Betas:** VAlady and christicdc

**Virgin Writer:** No (but recently deflowered, started posting fanfic in 5/13)

**Teaser:** No angst, no drama, just a thinly veiled excuse to write lemony 1970's disco era Eric/Sookie fluff. AU. One-shot written for IWTS 2013

AN: I am a huge Donna Summer fan and was saddened when she died in May 2012 from lung cancer. Her song "Love to Love You Baby" has always been one of my favorite disco songs. I find it fascinating that a former gospel singer turned disco queen would record a song that has 17 minutes of orgasmic moaning (supposedly, Time Magazine reported 22 "simulated orgasms" during the song). The BBC actually banned the song (I guess it was deemed "improper" to cum while singing), which undoubtedly fueled its popularity as it rose up the billboard charts. I had always wondered what inspired her during the recording because the "simulations" sound pretty realistic! So, I did a brief Google search. _Rock's Backpages_ interviewed her about the circumstances behind the recording: "Everyone's asking, 'Were you alone in the studio?' Yes, I was alone in the studio. 'Did you touch yourself?' Yes, well, actually I had my hand on my knee. 'Did you fantasize on anything?' Yes, on my handsome boyfriend Peter." On VH1 she reportedly later stated that she had pictured herself as Marilyn Monroe acting as if she was in ecstasy. Well, no matter her inspiration during the song, I thought it sounded like a perfect backdrop for an Eric/Sookie lemon and loved the suggestion to use it in a story…I recommend that you listen to it while reading this one-shot, to um, enhance the visuals. ; )

Loads of thanks to my two betas for this story, VAlady and christicdc!

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Sookie dashed to her phone, her hair dripping as she hastily wrapped a towel around her head.

"Hello? Oh, hey Tara! Yeah, I just got out of the shower. Ok, I'll be ready by the time you get here. No, I guess I trust you…as long as I won't look _too _slutty. I'll leave the door unlocked, just let yourself in. Okey doke. See you in a minute."

Sookie sighed as she hung up the phone. She had feigned excitement for Tara's sake, though she really wasn't a discotheque kind of girl. But…Tara had been relentlessly hounding her for weeks, wanting to take her to the new dance club that just opened up in Shreveport.

Sookie went back into the bathroom and put on her bathrobe after she finished drying off. She plugged in her curling iron as she blow-dried her long blonde hair into perfectly feathered perfection. After putting the final touches with the iron, she proceeded to coat her lashes with mascara, and also added a light dusting of blush and pale pink lip gloss. She had just finished slathering cocoa butter lotion on her tanned legs when she heard the door open and close.

"Sookie, I'm here! Hurry up, I want to get to the club early enough so we won't get stuck waiting in line. I heard that it gets busy as hell on weekends."

"I'm all ready, I just need to slip on the outfit you brought," Sookie yelled down to her. She grabbed her black high heel sandals as she bounced down the stairs.

Sookie paused on the bottom step. "Oh Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea! Tara, are you seriously planning on going out in public like that?"

Tara produced a false pout as she twirled for her. "What, you don't like?"

Sookie made a low whistle as she appraised her friend, who had teased her tight perm into a gravity defying afro-like do. She was wearing skintight gold lamé pants and a black silk butterfly wing top that was unbuttoned to her navel, and stopped at her midriff. The icing on the cake was her gold sequined platform sandals.

Sookie shook her head as she grimaced. "Really, I don't know what to say. Except…there is no way in hell I am leaving the house in anything that remotely resembles what you are wearing!'

Tara rolled her eyes. "Oh please! I knew you wouldn't have the guts to wear something like this. I brought you something a little more you, but still daring!"

She produced a dress on a hanger covered by a "Tara's Togs" bag. She whipped the bag off as quickly as a magician revealing a trick and held her hand up as if to showcase the dress. "Voilà! Well, what do you think?"

Sookie looked at the dress in awe…well, if you could call it a dress. It was a halter style in thin red polyester. The skirt wrapped and was secured with ties, though obviously would reveal a slit up her leg when she moved.

She held it up, eyeing it suspiciously. "Shit, Tara…I mean, it's really pretty, but I don't think I can pull this off, I mean, there's no way I can wear a bra with this…."

Tara started giggling. "You're not supposed to wear a bra with this, silly! And I know you have those double D's to contend with, but they're pretty gravity defying, you lucky bitch. Trust me, it'll fit!"

Sookie gulped. "Yeah, but people will see my…nipples," she whispered the last words. She jerked her head up when she read her friend's thoughts. "Tara Thornton, I can't believe you'd use me as bait! Shame on you!"

Tara rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Sookie! Your tits alone will be worth free admission and a few drinks. Come on, don't be such a nun!"

Sookie sighed, resigned. "I'm going to try this on, but I'm not promising anything. I know there's going to be terrible panty lines…" Her eyes widened in surprise as she once again listened in on her unspoken thoughts. "What do you mean it's meant to be worn pantiless?"

Tara pushed her towards the downstairs bathroom. "Yes, no panties. The material is too thin. And stop reading my mind, dammit!"

Sookie took her shoes and dress into the bathroom as she grumbled. After several minutes, she emerged, red faced, grasping the front of the dress over her ample breasts. "I can't navigate these ties across the back. Can you help me?"

Tara beamed and started expertly tying the strings that crisscrossed in a complicated lattice on the backless dress, wrapping the bottom of the strings twice around Sookie's waist, and tying it in the side.

She stepped back from Sookie and whistled appreciatively. "Woo girl, I don't think you'll be leaving the disco alone tonight looking like that! That dress was truly made for you! Damn!"

Sookie blushed. "I can't believe I'm actually going out dressed like this. If Gran were alive, she'd take a switch to my butt and throw a coat over me!" She shrugged and smiled wistfully, "But…you only live once, right?"

Tara nodded her head. "Yes, my dear, no truer words were ever spoken…you only get to live once. And, since life is too short, we've gotta live it up while we have the chance." She looped her arm through Sookie's while they headed to the front door.

Luckily, the new club had valet parking, or otherwise they would have had to park several blocks away, which would have been unpleasant to walk in their high heels.

As they emerged from Tara's black Fiat Spider, Sookie inadvertently flashed the length of her tanned leg as she struggled to clasp the edges of the skirt together. Her eyes widened as she noticed the long line of hopeful discoers at the front of the club. She and Tara resignedly began to head to the back of the line when they heard a woman call out, "Wait, you two! Farrah in the red dress and white chocolate Cleopatra Jones!"

They turned to see a petite woman with her blonde hair in a shag cut, a la Jane Fonda in Klute. She was wearing white silk palazzo pants and a matching backless halter-top. A muscular Asian man who was wearing an open vest over his bare chest and tight gray slacks that left little to the imagination flanked her.

As they approached the two, they noticed the blonde was eye fucking them as she licked her lips.

"Well, well. We haven't seen you two here before." She raised an eyebrow as she zeroed in on Sookie's chest. "Wouldn't want you to catch cold out here…it looks like Farrah here is a bit…chilly. Why don't you both head on inside, free admission. Chow, please stamp the ladies in case they want to come out for a breath of fresh air or what not and want to go back in."

Chow nodded his head and approached them, first stamping Tara's outstretched hand. Sookie followed suit and noticed that she had a small black bat imprinted on her skin.

The blonde gave them a predatory smile as she said, "Welcome to Night Flight, ladies. Go inside and tell Longshadow, the bartender, that Pam said you two can have any drink you wish, on the house."

Tara smiled and winked at Pam. "Thanks, Pam. We appreciate it. Are you going to be out here all night? If not, maybe we can boogie a little if you get a chance."

Pam smirked. "We'll see, doll." She got up close to Sookie and sniffed, "Mmmm, I must say, you smell…enticing." Sookie heard her mutter under her breath, "He'll snatch this one up as soon as he lays eyes on her."

Tara pulled her along into the thumping club. Sookie took a deep breath as the crowd enveloped them. She looked around the enormous disco, which had formerly been a warehouse but had been converted into a sleek, New York inspired discotheque. The floor had flashing lights that lit up in geometric patterns in time to the music, and there were lighted pillars interspersed along the mirrored walls. Sookie looked up at the high ceilings and saw that there was also a second level that was recessed and darker than the dance floor. She assumed it was an area for those wanting to escape the crowds, seeking more "intimacy." While the flashing lights lit her face, she noticed that leather upholstered booths lined the walls on raised platforms, lined in red neon.

They made their way to the bar, which was thick with polyester clad would-be Lotharios giving them the eye. The swarthy longhaired bartender nodded to them as he wiped his hands on a rag. "Name your poison, ladies."

Tara flashed a brilliant smile at him, which glowed white in the lighting. "Pam said that we could have a drink on the house." He nodded once, as if hurrying them to make a selection.

Sookie wondered at his silent mind, which was like a dark void. She had noticed that the woman at the front door, Pam, also had a similar feel. She had never encountered minds that she was unable to at least catch some thought patterns from, and found it fascinating. She stared at the bartender until he raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat.

"Oh, sorry! Um, I'll take a gin and tonic." Tara ordered a triple tequila sunrise as Sookie gave her a dark glance. Tara shot her back an innocent look and said, "What? It's on the house! And I'm thirsty!"

Sookie rolled her eyes at her as she put a dollar in the tip jar and turned to look at the dance floor. Tara took an enormous slurp out of the straw in her drink, consuming about a third of the glass's contents at once.

It didn't take long for a dark-haired man to approach them. He had ridiculously long sideburns and skintight tan slacks that revealed a not-so impressive package. He was also wearing a silky patterned long-sleeved shirt; unbuttoned to showcase a gold medallion nestled in a tangle of black chest hair. He first targeted Sookie.

"Hey kitties. I noticed you two girls standing over here all alone." He leered at Sookie's chest and tore his eyes away long enough to glance at the drink in her hand. "I'd offer you a drink, but it looks like I got here too late." He chuckled as if he said something witty. Sookie felt nauseated as she read his perverted thoughts, which involved her fellating him as he choked himself with a belt.

She grimaced as he continued. "Well, baby, since you already have a drink, how 'bout you and me shake it out on the dance floor? Whaddya say?"

Sookie shook her head and pointed to her drink. "Sorry, I'm gonna have to pass. I think I'll keep working on my gin and tonic." She turned her head and stared in the opposite direction, hoping he'd catch on.

Unfazed and apparently used to rejection, the man moved on to Tara. "How bout you, pussycat? Love the 'fro…tell me…does the carpet match the drapes?"

To Sookie's surprise, Tara threw back her head and shrieked with laughter. "That's for me to know and you to find out, handsome!" Tara proceeded to suck down the rest of her tall drink and slammed the empty glass on the bar counter.

She turned to Sookie and screamed, "Oh my God, I love this song! Sookie, honey, I'm goin' in! Be back in a little while!" She began to shake her ass back and forth while she led the grease ball by the hand out to the dance floor.

Sookie smirked as she watched her friend begin dancing "The Hustle" with the man from the bar. 'How appropriate,' Sookie thought as she shook her head.

The bar became more crowded, and the sweat, cologne, cigarette smoke, and alcohol miasma quickly overwhelmed her. Sookie scooted to the side of the club and luckily found a booth that had just been vacated by a couple. She continued to nurse her drink while she watched the throng of people dancing.

She was unaware that she was being watched from the second floor by a pair of ice blue eyes.

Eric nodded his head at Pam. "I saw her as soon as she walked in the bar. I see that she is with a female friend. Did they mention they were waiting for anyone else?"

Pam shook her head and spoke in low tones, "No master, it was just the two of them. You will enjoy her scent…it is quite unique." She smirked. "And she has the most luscious tits I have ever seen, I kid you not. Her nipples were…"

Eric interrupted her. "Yes, I saw them. She had my full attention as soon as she stepped inside." He stood and smiled at his child. "But thank you for mentioning her. You know my…tastes, quite well." Without another word, he made his way down the stairwell as he kept his eyes trained on his quarry.

Sookie finished the rest of her drink as she watched a blonde man making his way towards her booth. She grimaced when she heard his thoughts.

He smiled a toothpaste ad smile at her and said, "Hey baby, sitting here all by your lonesome? 'Cause I…."

The man was suddenly pulled back, a large hand descending on his shoulder in a vice-like grip. Sookie heard a deep baritone say, "I am afraid the lady is not available." The smaller man backed away muttering an apology as he rubbed his shoulder.

Eric looked down at Sookie and gave her a small smile. "Hello. I hope I didn't overstep my bounds, but it appeared as if you were not, ah, welcoming of that man's company?"

Sookie gazed up at the massive man in front of her. He appeared to be approximately 6'5, every inch apparently muscle. His longish blonde hair was feathered back, framing an intimidatingly beautiful, albeit masculine face. He was wearing tailored black pants and a white jacket over a silk maroon long-sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned to mid chest. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, bar none.

Sookie blushed. "Um, thank you…you're right, I really wasn't in the mood to talk to him." She laughed nervously. "I guess it seems weird, sitting here alone? Like I'm being antisocial and all, which is against the whole point of coming to a disco, huh?'

He bowed his head slightly and quirked an eyebrow. "I take it you're not impressed with my club?"

She stammered, "Oh no, it's not that! It's really beautiful. And the music is great. I just…I don't get out much."

Eric smiled. "I see. Do you mind if I join you? It's a shame to see such a beautiful woman sitting here all alone." He laughed. "I suppose that sounds like a pick up line, doesn't it? But actually, it's the truth." He appraised her closely, which made her blush a deeper crimson.

"Oh, uh, please, have a seat. I was just finishing my drink before I tried to hit the dance floor. You know, liquid courage and all." She took a large gulp and put the near empty glass on the table.

Eric waved a waitress over with a flick of his hand. "Please, order what you will, on the house."

Sookie thanked him with a shy smile as she ordered another gin and tonic.

He gestured inquiringly to the seat across from her and she nodded. He slid in with a fluid move and stared at her intently.

"I must say, you are like a breath of fresh air…Miss…?"

Sookie smiled and held out her hand. "I'm sorry, I'm Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse. And you are…?"

Eric raised his eyebrow. She had not heard of him before…she really didn't get out much, as he was well known as a prominent businessman and "most eligible bachelor" in the Shreveport area. He took her hand and said, "I'm Eric Northman. I am glad you came in tonight when you did. I was bored…and had thought I'd grab a quick bite before retiring early…that is, until you came along."

Sookie felt the heat in her cheeks as he stared at her. She had always thought the term "undressing her with his eyes" was a cliché, but she now felt the truth in the words. To her relief, the waitress came with her drink. Eric stopped her when she went for her clutch purse.

"No, Sookie. All drinks for you and your friend are gratis." Sookie turned her head and saw that Tara held another drink in her hand as she continued to dance with the man from the bar, oblivious to the rest of the club.

He smiled when she didn't catch his admission he had been watching her arrival, as she hadn't mentioned her friend to him.

Sookie thanked him, but said, "I at least wanted to tip her. I always tip…out of occupational solidarity, if nothing else."

Eric raised his eyebrows. "Ah, you are a waitress?"

Sookie nodded her head. "Yes, I live in Bon Temps and work at Merlotte's Bar and Grill."

Although Eric was relatively new to the Shreveport area, as Sheriff he was aware of all supe owned businesses in Area 5 and knew that a shifter owned the bar. Interesting. But even more interesting was this delectable vision sitting in front of him. Pam was correct, she smelled enticing. And she was strikingly beautiful and curvaceous. He had hated the trend of the late 60's and early 70's of women emulating Twiggy, all flat chested and angular. Before him sat a woman who he could sink his… He abruptly pulled himself out of his reverie to notice that she was studying him as closely as he had been her.

Sookie was surprised that once again she encountered someone with a silent mind. In fact, as she had cast her telepathy around the disco while Tara danced, she had been surprised by several "voids" interspersed throughout the club. She noticed that Eric had a particularly dense void, though she wasn't sure of the significance. She mentally shrugged. At the very least, she wouldn't be repulsed by his thoughts. And God, was he good-looking or what?

But why was he looking at her so intently? She took a large sip of her drink and boldly returned his stare. She decided to comment. "You seem like you are thinking something intense. Penny for your thoughts?"

He gazed unblinkingly into her blue eyes and murmured, "You want to leave here now. In fact, you want to come back to my house."

Sookie frowned. "Actually, I can't leave my friend here by herself. And…I can't go back to your house. I just met you."

Eric just had a human woman resist his glamour. Shit! He covered up his shock by smiling and gesturing for a waitress to return to the table.

"Of course, Sookie. I was simply hinting that perhaps we could go somewhere a bit quieter…to talk, of course." The waitress promptly came back with a fresh gin and tonic, whisking her old drink away in the blink of an eye.

Sookie glanced back at the dance floor and noticed that Tara was laughing and whispering in the sleazy man's ear as she sauntered towards them. When she approached their table, she paused and gaped at Eric as a sly smirk stretched across her face.

"Well, well, Sookie! It looks like you've made a friend since I've been busy! Good for you! Hey, look. Um, I hope you don't mind, but Bill here has invited me back to his house. You can take my car, 'cause he's gonna drive me back tomorrow."

She reached into her bra and pulled out the valet ticket, which was wilted from her sweat. "Oops. Sorry, it got a little wet. You can still see the number on it, though." She paused as she tried to focus her eyes on Sookie (she could see in Tara's fuzzy thoughts that she had somehow guzzled at least three other tequila sunrises in the interim since getting their first drink).

"Tara, are you sure about this? I mean…" Sookie gestured helplessly at Bill, who gave her a lascivious wink while licking his lips.

Tara cut her off, irritated. "Of course I'm sure." She leered drunkenly, "Besides, it looks like you won't be going home alone tonight either if you play your cards right." She leaned over and gave Sookie a sloppy kiss on the cheek and made a wobbly turn on her platform heels as she exited with "Bill." Aside from the kinky auto asphyxiation fantasy, his thoughts seemed relatively benign (if not predictable), so Sookie wasn't overly concerned about her friend's safety.

Sookie raised her eyebrows and sighed. "Well, Eric, it was nice meeting you, and thanks again for the drinks, but I think I'm going to head home…"

He put his hand on hers and shook his head. "I wouldn't be a gracious host if I allowed a new…friend to drive several miles after consuming alcohol, now would I? Besides, we have yet to dance and the night is young." He smiled a painfully gorgeous smile at her.

She couldn't resist returning the smile. "Really, I love to dance, but it's too crowded for me. I find it…distracting with too many thoug…I mean people around."

Eric stood and offered her his hand. "Well, in that case, I know the perfect place for us to dance in a less…crowded setting."

Sookie had a split second to make a decision. Her mind was screaming at her to head home but there was something gut deep seductively pulling her towards this beautiful man. Truthfully, the pull was coming from a location a little lower than gut level.

She took a deep breath and stepped off the internal cliff, taking his hand.

He smiled a panty-melting smile (well, it would be if she was wearing any!) as he bent down and kissed her hand. His hand and lips were cool and felt soothing to her heated skin. He led her to a corridor at the side of the bar, back to a large office.

He opened the door and gently guided her inside. The office had shag red carpet, mirrored walls, and a black leather couch and matching chair in a sitting area in the front of the room.

He led her to the couch, where she perched on the edge nervously. He had brought her drink along, which he sat on the mirrored coffee table. He adjusted the lights to a low ambient setting.

He took off his jacket and sat next to her. "See, much quieter in here, isn't it?"

Sookie nodded her head nervously.

He smiled gently and stood back up, trying to prevent this frightened little rabbit from bolting on him.

"You said you love to dance, why don't we enjoy a private dance here in my office? Just the two of us."

Sookie gulped and looked up at him. "Seems a little intimate, doesn't it?"

He nodded his head as he pulled her up. "Yes, it is…but it's so much nicer, don't you think? No one jostling or bumping into us. Just you…and me."

Sookie could hear Donna Summer's "Love to Love You Baby" playing outside the room. Eric leaned over to an intercom system mounted to the wall and flipped a switch, which allowed the music playing on the dance floor to pipe directly into his office.

He held his hand out to her. She tentatively reached out to him as he pulled her to his chest. He began slowly swaying them back and forth. She initially stiffened but soon found herself moving in time to the seductive beat.

_Do it to me again and again…You put me in such an awful spin, in a spin, in. Oh, I love to love you, baby._

He spun her around and she began to feel more courageous, rubbing her ass up against him. In her five-inch heels, she was tall enough to feel his hard cock pushing up against the thin fabric of the dress covering her backside. He bent down and pulled her hair back, exposing the right side of her neck. He softly rubbed his nose up and down her neck and face. It sounded as if he were growling softly, causing a lightning fast rush of arousal to hit her.

She moaned as he ghosted his fingers across the front of her dress, lightly pinching her erect nipples through the thin fabric. When she didn't protest or pull away, he took this as a sign of encouragement and continued moving his hands down her torso, one resting on her abdomen, the other on her hip. He slowly began pulling up the hem of her dress where it opened in the front and started caressing her upper thighs.

She moaned louder, lost in the moment, completely unaware that her voice echoed the orgasmic vocals in the song.

Eric started kissing and nipping her neck, all the while keeping her swaying in time to the music. She pressed her ass harder against him, arching her back as she brought her hand up to cradle his face.

She was shocked at her behavior but couldn't seem to stop herself as she watched their image in the mirror. They looked as if they were made to be together, their hair color blending in as they moved side to side.

She brought her leg up, running the instep of her foot against his calf as she turned her head slightly to the side. He tentatively touched the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue as he continued pulling up her dress, completely exposing the lower half of her body. He groaned softly as he slid his fingers to the hot spot between her legs, which was dripping honey. He froze momentarily as he realized she wasn't wearing any panties.

Sookie turned her head and met his eyes in the mirror. She startled, as it seemed as if his eyes glowed for a brief second, but then threw her head back as he slipped a finger into the top of her pussy, expertly focusing on her clit.

This was so outside of Sookie's frame of reference, so uncharacteristic of herself, it felt as if she was having an out of body experience. The song continued to play, which seemed to strangely urge her on, as if the music had taken on a life of it's own and had entered her body, which was on autopilot with this strange man.

She turned her head again, this time seeking out his mouth, which came crashing down on hers as two of his fingers began aggressively sliding up and down against her slit, pressing firm circles into her clit.

Their kiss was heated, his tongue plunging in and out of her mouth as she continued to rub harder against his large member. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he licked his lips, realizing that he had accidentally nicked her tongue as he ravished her mouth. Fuck…Her blood was indescribably delicious!

He began thrusting against her ass in time with the slow beat of the music. He spread her lips apart with one hand while rubbing and sliding his fingers in her juices with the other.

He commanded her in a hoarse whisper, "Look in the mirror again, Sookie. I want you to see how beautiful you look while I make you cum."

Sookie obeyed, and was shocked by the image of her pussy spread open while he furiously worked on her clit. In a sudden jolt, Sookie came hard on his hand, gripping helplessly at his wrist while he thrust one last time against her ass with a loud groan. He had raised her dress up in the back and she could feel wetness on her skin.

Suddenly, she was aware that the song had ended and now Diana Ross's "Love Hangover" started playing. Sookie straightened up, pulling her dress down as she turned to face him. Her face flamed red.

"Eric…I don't know what to say. I've…I…I've never done that before in my life. In fact, I've never…been with a man." She began smoothing her dress in embarrassment and blushed a darker shade of red when she noticed that the front of his pants had a dark wet spot.

She backed away towards the office door. "I really should get going…I have to work the lunch shift tomorrow, and…"

He gave her a level stare. "Sookie. Don't leave. Come home with me. It's not far from here." He slowly licked the fingers that were coated with her juices. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you…I only want to make you feel good. We won't do anything you don't want to do. You have my word."

She wavered. She was so tempted…this beautiful man was a complete stranger, and yet she had just had the most amazing orgasm with him, here in his office. While she was horribly embarrassed, she nonetheless felt…intrigued and compelled to take him up on his offer.

She paused for a few seconds before she gave him a shy smile. "Do you have that Donna Summer album? The one with that song?"

He nodded his head. "I have the tape in my vette," he chuckled. "Quite the coincidence, huh?" He extended his hand in invitation.

She didn't answer, but instead reached out tentatively.

He smiled and pulled her to him.


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